Life is full of mysteries that leave us wondering and scratching our heads. Lice can also do this. But if you have a question about life, or even about lice, this is your chance to ask it. Just shoot me an email, at TippyGnu [at] gmx.com. Or, if you don’t feel like shooting me, you can ask the question in a comment.
This question comes from a “friend” of Carolyn Shelton (renowned author of the blog, Nuggets of Gold). And it’s a good thing it doesn’t come from Carolyn herself, because apparently her “friend” totally destroyed the family car. By that I mean, she struck something and chipped the paint. This is the sort of appalling, egregious travesty that husbands for generations have constantly dreaded, ever since women won the right to drive.
Carolyn’s husband, Brad, has already been through enough of her horrific car wrecks. Poor Brad doesn’t need yet another. But in Carolyn’s defense, the accidents are never her fault. It seems that objects such as gates, mailboxes, and trees have a tendency to become suicidal whenever they see her coming down the road, and they jump out in front of her car, in an effort to end it all. And she obliges them.
Just remember, there are no stupid questions. So here’s Carolyn’s long, drawn out, stammering, feet-fidgeting . . . awe come on Carolyn, just spit it out:
Hi, I have a question for you, asking for a friend. 🙂
IF you happened to hit an inanimate object, ( well pretty sure it magically moved) But anyway. If your vehicle hit it, and chipped some paint, do you confess to your husband? Or do you wait and see if he notices it? Start counting the days to see how long. What they don’t know doesn’t hurt them, right? In what situations can one use that excuse? Obviously big things one should share with their spouse, but what about minor run ins with inanimate objects that magically move?
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When men walk by their cars in the garage, driveway, parking lot, where ever, they will look nervously at it for more scratches or dings. They remember each one and feel a little twinge of pain each time the see one. This is until the vehicle reaches the state of heapdom, at which point they no longer care.
He’ll notice unless the car is already a heap.
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Yes, exactly. Cars are to men what babies are to women. They must be treated with tender-loving care, and must never be damaged in even the slightest way. This is why men become so nervous when women drive their cars.
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“Feel a little twinge of pain!” Oh help! 🙄
Annnnd the car is not a heap!
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I have a car that is a heap that my daughter drives, I don’t care if a new scratch shows up on it. But I know all the scratches on the other cars and I can generally tell when something new happens.
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Well fortunately the scratch is on the passenger side facing the wall of the garage and he hasn’t walked around there yet. 🙂
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You might want to be extra careful about looking over your shoulder for men in white coats.
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Pftttt!!
But if you don’t hear from me you know what happened. Maybe I can get computer privileges. In between basket weaving.
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I thought that was how you posted now.
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Oooh, aren’t you proud of that “innocent” comment. 😛
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I would ignore it, and look appalled when he sees it and asks. Don’t lie, just validate his feelings of injury, as if that is the only thing that is important. Agree that if YOU had hit someone else’s car and left such a scratch that you would have confessed and left a note, why didn’t this person?
Or, just bite the bullet and confess. He vents his spleen, and it’s over and done with. The sooner he sees it, the sooner he can work on it and keep it from becoming a rust spot.
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I admire your skillful truth-telling. It would take an astute interrogator to pry information from you, I think.
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Haha about the note and looking apalled. I don’t know if I could pull it off though, would probably burst out laughing!☺
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In the spirit of a Perry Mason style, “Have you *always beaten your mother? ‘Yes’ or ‘no’.” ambush legal defense, she might try leading the conversation into a state of male doubt and ego-driven self-incrimination. Shopping carts are a good inanimate object of repudiation with regard to an automotive finish, since it’s known that they possess inherent malicious intent. So appealing to the male ego, she might try, “Did you allow that shopping cart that attacked your car escape?*”
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Or, for a more leading question, she could ask, “Why did you allow that shopping cart that attacked your car, escape?”
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“to escape”… Sorry about the crappy grammar and malfunctioning italics. Woke up late, hadn’t finished my coffee, and still had to track down that shifty shopping cart.
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That’s okay, I’m accustomed to much worse from a certain someone who shall remain unnamed.
If they would fix the wobbly wheel on that shopping cart, it wouldn’t be so shifty.
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You should be thankful that a certain someone hasn’t thrown anything your direction yet!
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I’ll take that as a warning, and put on my helmet.
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Probably a smart move!
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I always park in the back of the parking lot as far away from the door as possible when going to the store. I am not saying that everyone that parks up close is an idiot, but all the idiots park up close.
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Then why am I called an idiot when I don’t park as close as I can possibly get?
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Maybe because you ran down that little old lady
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It was her fault. Why was she walking so slow in the parking lot? Everyone knows that’s where you have to walk fast, to get out of the way of all the drivers.
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I just went to the grocery store during a UT game (Austin area) and I had the place to myself. That may be my new strategy
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Sounds like you know your fellow Texans well.
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Good advice! Now if I could just get him to take the car to the grocery store! I mean I will give my friend that advice!
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Ummm “horrific wrecks”? … I have not been in horrific wrecks my car smartass! Annnd my car , I mean friend’s car is far from destroyed, by a simple scratch.( though, it may be a little worse than what I thought at first) BUT still farrrr from being destroyed. Still shiny gold!
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You put a scratch in it. It’s destroyed. And that’s horrific.
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😶🤚! Obviously the definition of “horrific ” varies between men and women!
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We’re from Mars, and you should see all the horrific things that happen there.
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I mean, your friend put a scratch in it.
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Yes, get it right!
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This unnamed person’s husband should be thanking her. I’ve never been able to figure out why guys would want to drive around in a vehicle with a finish that says:
1) No dirt or gravel roads, bad weather, or any other conditions that might be termed “adventurous”.
2) No travel anywhere significant, including via airport parking lots.
3) No Home Depot, grocery stores, or anyplace else that suggests self-reliance.
4) No racking of weekend sports equipment such as skis, bikes, kayaks, surfboards, etc…
5) No space in the garage to store such weekend equipment.
6) Weekends are spent carefully removing bugs, road tar and waxing paint anyway.
Now that the car isn’t perfect anymore, he can have fun with it!
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Well, ahem, I guess you have a point. So I wonder what great, fun driving adventure the unnamed person was having, when the horrific scratch was inflicted upon her precious vehicle. She hasn’t provided any details yet.
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Maybe the person didn’t think that details were really needed in this case.☺
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But the details would make your friend’s question much more interesting.
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Details about the moving bridge?
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Oh, so you, I mean your friend, was driving over a bridge when it suddenly moved and your friend banged into it?
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Something like that, yes!
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You are such a wise friend, makes perfect sense! 🙂
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Plus now he has been lifted the weight of bearing the responsibility of getting the first scratch on the vehicle. Gosh! He should thank his wife with a prize!
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I hope you remember all these arguments, the day the shit hits the fan.
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LOL! Ooh I will and it will be OK. I am not worried about him being upset, its more just saving him another reason to make a smart remark about my driving!
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Aha. So this is one of those moments you won’t be allowed to live down. Heh-heh.
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One of many! I am just trying to get him to hire me a chauffeur.
Plus I had the my golden car for just about a year before the first scratch!
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My wife has a chauffeur. It’s called me.
Sounds like you’ve broken a record.
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“No comment!”
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Well if it just you (Carolyn) and Brad driving the car, then he could well deduce the culprit without any need for a confession. Duh!
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Saudi Arabia recently changed its law to allow women to drive. Those crazy Muslims! What could they be thinking?
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I know. And I’ll bet there are a lot of worried Arab men now, inspecting their cars every day.
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I’m with lightness traveling; nicks and dents and scratches add character to a car…
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You are a wise one! 🙂 and what is a vehicle without character?
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It is one of high Blue-Book value.
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Haha!
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It seems no one really answered your question today, so I’ll take a shot at it . . .
I suggest trying the Band-Aid method. That’s where you get it all over with, like ripping off a Band-Aid. Just come right out with it and confess. Then he can get mad. Then you can cry. And then he can feel sorry for you and comfort you. The pain will be intense, but only momentary. And then all will be well.
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I won’t cry, but maybe I should, so that he can comfort me by tsking me out for a nice dinner. He just told me that its due for inspection, so maybe I can have them paint over the scratch. Talk about timing! LOL! 😂
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exactly…
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Says the guy who owns a 20-year-old car.
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come on, it’s only 16 years old, but it does have 240,000 miles on it. and a few scratches here and there…
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With those many miles, I imagine it’s earned those scratches.
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it’s been a good car; we bought it when it already had 130,000 miles on it…
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You know how to keep a car running, I guess. Is there a cost-efficiency to this that you’ve figured out as an accountant?
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I think spending money seems ot be the way to keep it running. I came close to getting rid of it last year, but decided to go ahead with a fairly expensive repair. If such a repair were needed again, I might have to say good bye to the car. I also hear that the odometer on the Toyota Matrix stops at 300,000. I tould be cool to hit that number, but athe rate I am going, that is 4-5 years away…
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Hmm, you’d think with today’s computers, it would go up to 999,999.
There must be a “sweet spot” in the age of a car, where it’s the least expensive to own and operate, in terms of depreciation, insurance, and repair bills. I’ll bet somebody has figured it out.
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the 300,000 seems kind of random…
my sweet spot, at least in theory, is to drive my car until it falls apart…
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My Toyota pickup from college threatened to turn into a rust spot on the driveway before it quit working. The speedo cable eventually broke at around 320,000 mi., so I don’t know how many miles it had when I sold it. But the roofer who bought it was happy to have something that could carry tools and a ladder.
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I guess toyota cars are built to last…
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I should write a story about that truck, an ’88, 4-wheel drive, 4-cylinder, manual trans. No AC, and a pair of vice grips to turn on the heater in winter. Perpetually cracked windshield, gas gauge went to zero at a half tank due to a broken sender, fist size rust holes, and no speedometer the last year I owned it. I used it twice a week for runs from Irvine to Pomona to Livermore and back in California during my graduate work… 24hrs and 1,600 miles/week of driving. Over the years, it earned a couple of pieces of avalanche cord I left tied to the push bar that held a 4-ton Warn winch up front.
And then it carried surfboards and beer coolers on the weekends. Ah, to be young.
I own a (rather more comfortably equipped) 2012 version with a mere 100K nowadays. The AC has become more appreciated… though there is a winch hidden up front.
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not being a car guy, I don’t understand many of the words you are saying; but surfboards and beer sounds like a lot of fun!
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My previous vehicle had 240,000 miles on it when it bit the dust.
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Did it hit one too many mailboxes?
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“Funnny!” It earned its dents.
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😄
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we’re in the same club!
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Its a distinguished one. 🙂
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I think he meant to type, “Sam’s Club.”
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😄
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it’s the “cars don’t mean too much to me” club… 🙂
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LOL! Hey now, my “golden nugget” is special and the scratch just adda that special touch. 😉
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my old car is quite special to me as well…
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